Wake up then I bake up
Check my distro count my cake up
Call up bro I need two more
My pockets swole, need that new flavor
Everything from white to black
Them color-ways that really snap
I test them shits out with your bitch
She told me I look like a snack, that's why I
Lace up my ones
Try to keep the peace in them
Always on the move I gotta problem with me creasing them
Keep like three at least my trunk be looking like a Nike rep's
Police bring the heat they know that swoosh mean i'm gon' jump the fence
I got a couple in all black
Gore-tex strap, all of that
Need me some one-of-one's with Gucci rag wrapped around like a taliban
All of my homies they get it man all of my people they with it
Everybody I bring with to the city gon' snap in a minute if you in they business
Bitch I will not leave no witnesses
These kicks is way too clean
They could spot from a distance before I step on the scene
I pour codeine in my liquor, we don't sip promethazine
If she take pictures when we kick it she gon' need a mezanine
Till then baby what you need
I got lean a lot of green some percocet and hella beans
I'm a dirty mother f*cker in fresh expensive jeans
Even fresher pair of Nikes
She say she a sneaker-head
I said god damn that shit enticing, so I
Lace up my ones
Try to keep the peace in them
Always on the move I gotta problem with me creasing them
Keep like three at least my trunk be looking like a Nike rep's
Police bring the heat they know that swoosh mean i'm gon' jump the fence
Hit the gate, lose the jakes in the backstreet
Smoking grape zips, going ape shit,
Yellow tape shit, crash scene
Fake shit can't faze me
Sixth sense can't play me
If you in the building with me then you better be keeping a eye on your lady
I might have to f*ck around and give that bitch a wink up in the party
You might f*ck around and catch us on the sink I go retarded
Off this drink I do not care 'bout what you think
If you address a problem with me put these ones up in your teeth
That's why I
Lace up my ones
Try to keep the peace in them
Always on the move I gotta problem with me creasing them
Keep like three at least my trunk be looking like a Nike rep's
Police bring the heat they know that swoosh mean i'm gon' jump the fence
Jameson Winter - My Ones Lyrics
Jameson Winter - My Ones Lyrics
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
Wake up then I bake up
Check my distro count my cake up
Call up bro I need two more
My pockets swole, need that new flavor
Everything from white to black
Them color-ways that really snap
I test them shits out with your bitch
She told me I look like a snack, that's why I
Lace up my ones
Try to keep the peace in them
Always on the move I gotta problem with me creasing them
Keep like three at least my trunk be looking like a Nike rep's
Police bring the heat they know that swoosh mean i'm gon' jump the fence
I got a couple in all black
Gore-tex strap, all of that
Need me some one-of-one's with Gucci rag wrapped around like a taliban
All of my homies they get it man all of my people they with it
Everybody I bring with to the city gon' snap in a minute if you in they business
Bitch I will not leave no witnesses
These kicks is way too clean
They could spot from a distance before I step on the scene
I pour codeine in my liquor, we don't sip promethazine
If she take pictures when we kick it she gon' need a mezanine
Till then baby what you need
I got lean a lot of green some percocet and hella beans
I'm a dirty mother f*cker in fresh expensive jeans
Even fresher pair of Nikes
She say she a sneaker-head
I said god damn that shit enticing, so I
Lace up my ones
Try to keep the peace in them
Always on the move I gotta problem with me creasing them
Keep like three at least my trunk be looking like a Nike rep's
Police bring the heat they know that swoosh mean i'm gon' jump the fence
Hit the gate, lose the jakes in the backstreet
Smoking grape zips, going ape shit,
Yellow tape shit, crash scene
Fake shit can't faze me
Sixth sense can't play me
If you in the building with me then you better be keeping a eye on your lady
I might have to f*ck around and give that bitch a wink up in the party
You might f*ck around and catch us on the sink I go retarded
Off this drink I do not care 'bout what you think
If you address a problem with me put these ones up in your teeth
That's why I
Lace up my ones
Try to keep the peace in them
Always on the move I gotta problem with me creasing them
Keep like three at least my trunk be looking like a Nike rep's
Police bring the heat they know that swoosh mean i'm gon' jump the fence
Check my distro count my cake up
Call up bro I need two more
My pockets swole, need that new flavor
Everything from white to black
Them color-ways that really snap
I test them shits out with your bitch
She told me I look like a snack, that's why I
Lace up my ones
Try to keep the peace in them
Always on the move I gotta problem with me creasing them
Keep like three at least my trunk be looking like a Nike rep's
Police bring the heat they know that swoosh mean i'm gon' jump the fence
I got a couple in all black
Gore-tex strap, all of that
Need me some one-of-one's with Gucci rag wrapped around like a taliban
All of my homies they get it man all of my people they with it
Everybody I bring with to the city gon' snap in a minute if you in they business
Bitch I will not leave no witnesses
These kicks is way too clean
They could spot from a distance before I step on the scene
I pour codeine in my liquor, we don't sip promethazine
If she take pictures when we kick it she gon' need a mezanine
Till then baby what you need
I got lean a lot of green some percocet and hella beans
I'm a dirty mother f*cker in fresh expensive jeans
Even fresher pair of Nikes
She say she a sneaker-head
I said god damn that shit enticing, so I
Lace up my ones
Try to keep the peace in them
Always on the move I gotta problem with me creasing them
Keep like three at least my trunk be looking like a Nike rep's
Police bring the heat they know that swoosh mean i'm gon' jump the fence
Hit the gate, lose the jakes in the backstreet
Smoking grape zips, going ape shit,
Yellow tape shit, crash scene
Fake shit can't faze me
Sixth sense can't play me
If you in the building with me then you better be keeping a eye on your lady
I might have to f*ck around and give that bitch a wink up in the party
You might f*ck around and catch us on the sink I go retarded
Off this drink I do not care 'bout what you think
If you address a problem with me put these ones up in your teeth
That's why I
Lace up my ones
Try to keep the peace in them
Always on the move I gotta problem with me creasing them
Keep like three at least my trunk be looking like a Nike rep's
Police bring the heat they know that swoosh mean i'm gon' jump the fence
Writer: Isaiah Brenner
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid